16. Stephanie Hollis #3
I pulled off my shirt while he removed his.
The wide plane of his muscular chest and hard abs had me licking my lips.
He was glorious. Tanned. Tight. His tattoos stood out in relief on his chest, reminding exactly who this powerful man was.
Instead of scaring me, he turned me on. The idea of those hands of his not only brought me pleasure but killed people.
.. I must be certifiably sick in the head, being aroused by the dichotomy.
Miceli flicked open the button on my shorts and groaned. “No panties, what a little tease.”
“Maybe,” I agreed. “Or it could have been laundry day.”
He laughed, removing his slacks and boxers before climbing up onto the bed. “I can’t wait to devour you. But first.” He lined the ruddy tip of his cock with my pussy and pushed forward, filling me with a single thrust.
My eyes went wide, my body tensed the minute he retreated.
I was coming. Keen whimpers of pleasure broke from me as I rolled my hips, drawing out the bliss while he shoved deep once more.
The guttural groan he let loose with sparked across my skin.
I trembled under him. Adrenaline pumped through my veins.
“That’s what I wanted.” He pulled out completely, then slid down the bed, positioning himself so my thighs were over his shoulders and his mouth was on my pussy.
I gasped at this man, threading my fingers through his hair as he traced the shape of my vagina.
His tongue dipped inside, driving me wild with lust. He hummed against my clit while palming my breasts, adding to the sensations arcing across my clit.
It was all too much and not enough. I wanted to ride his face.
I wanted his mouth to be covered in my cum.
I wanted him to suck on my clit until I was screaming his name.
As if reading my mind, he finally drew the hard bead past his lips to suck and lash with his tongue.
I swore I swallowed my tongue.
My breath hitched. Tension pulled my body taut.
Lifting my hips off the bed, Miceli pressed them back down, holding me in placed with his hand.
Each time he licked the same path, he’d stop, hover over my clit, compounding the anticipation before he’d bypass the hard bundle of nerves.
By the time he delve into my passage, I was a sobbing, wet mess.
I ached to the point it hurt to find no relief within his touch.
This man was torturing me in the sweetest way.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered, glancing up at me from between my thighs.
He swiped his tongue across my clit, and I gasped.
“So ready to orgasm.” He slipped two fingers into me.
I arched, coming unglued. I was sensitive.
Ready to explode. He fucked me in short, powerful strokes, taking me higher while his lips were wrapped around my clit.
“Miceli,” I choked out, heart hammering, body coiled tight in expectation.
“Not yet. Not until I am inside you.” He retreated from me, then kissed a path up my body, taking his time to kiss and nibble on my nipples before burying his faced in the crook of my neck.
Then he was pushing inside of me, slowly this time.
My toes curled. My head pressed against the pillow as I strained through the delicious pleasure pouring through my system.
I clenched around him, so close. I loved this part of an orgasm.
The moment where you wanted it to stop so you could enjoy the instance for another second and then freefall into total mind-bending bliss.
Miceli ground his pelvis against mine, working the bundle of nerves until I was crying out, shaking in his arms. The bottoming out of my stomach, the beautiful electric pulse spreading throughout my body, left me a gasping, writhing mess.
When I opened my eyes, Miceli stared down at me.
The exertion of not moving was written all over his face as he watched me take my pleasure.
I could lose myself in this man.
Heat filled my cheeks as he pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose.
His thrusts were long, decadent strokes, denoting his power and control.
The sounds he made while holding me close were sexy as hell and primed me for another powerful orgasm just outside my grasp.
He moved with purpose. The unhinged part of him peeked out from the controlled facade he’d put in place.
I could see the wildness in his eyes, taste the feral edge on my tongue when he kissed me.
He moaned, fucking me in hard, demanding pumps.
His breath came in harsh, sawing inhales.
This beast of a man... He kept this other side of him bottled up so all anyone saw was the impeccable man.
Not the deviant lover. I clung to him. My legs came around his hips and crossed at his ass, holding him inside of me.
The wicked part of my brain liked the idea of his cum deep inside my pussy.
I didn’t want him to pull out. When he climaxed, I wanted to feel it.
I wanted to hear his shouts as he lost control.
“Please,” I whispered. “Don’t stop.”
“Never,” he said. “Never going to stop.” He fit his hand between us and rolled my clit. “Give me one more, Precious.”
I gasped his name, holding him close, afraid if I let go at that moment, I’d float away and never see him again. When the tingle of pleasure building within me slingshot through my lower belly and into my limbs, I thrashed below him, taking every bit of bliss he could give me and then some.
Above me, he snarled. His features darkened.
His hips lost their rhythm. He rutted within me like a rabid animal, desperate for his release and fuck.
.. The sight of this beautiful man falling apart in my arms. I’d never share it with anyone.
No. He was perfect. A heathen. He didn’t stop moving until he was finished and, even then, he stayed inside of me, rocking every so often to extend both of our satisfaction. It was beautiful.
Sinful.
This man was insatiable, and I was the lucky bitch who got to enjoy him.
By the time he climaxed a second time, I couldn’t move.
I was pressed to his chest, my ear right over his heart, listening to the pounding of a steady beat.
I closed my eyes, not sure what just happened between us, but I didn’t want to leave.
My place was here, no matter how hard it would be.
“Stephanie,” he murmured, drawing his fingertips up and down my arm. “Stay with me, even when this is over. Not as Rocca’s tutor, but as my woman.”
My heart soared. Excitement chased the exhaustion away.
“I’d like that.” It wasn’t I love you yet, but we could work on that.
We had all the time in the world as long as everything went according to how they’d planned it.
“Question is, whose house should we live in?” I’d been teasing him, obviously.
As much as I’d wanted to go home, I also knew my home wasn’t where I’d lived most of my life.
Fact was, I didn’t think I could ever step foot in there again.
“Perhaps I’ll buy us a new one, and this time you could do the decorating,” he said, rolling us over. “Or maybe we’ll stay right here and enjoy this house and make it our home instead.”
I didn’t care, as long as he was by my side. “I don’t care either way. Wherever you are is home.”
He kissed me tenderly, his weight settling over me in a comforting way. “Then we’ll decide later. Right now, I want to devour you as much as I can.”
I laughed. “As you wish.”